Wacky

Wacky, tobaccy, makes me feel so nice Wacky, tobaccy, it makes everything right I got a habit of it But it's too late to quit Gotta kick this habit of it Shit Wacky, tobaccy, makes me feel so good Wacky, tobaccy, oh, I know I should not Make a habit of it But it's too late to quit Gotta kick this habit of it Shit A swan appeared and I took a deep breath As the swan sang to me the song of my death I started to cry as the bird sang its song It taught me the words and I sang along (wacky) You see all through time and all over the earth And it showed me my life from my death to my birth And it taught me the truth, and told me a secret One it said it was so sacred no man could speak it